I dreamed that a blue man told me that I didn’t deserve to even discuss the division of my family’s inheritance because I wasn’t a mother. I told him, “I hate you. I HATE you!” He didn’t look hurt, but he looked a little surprised. The blue man was someone …
You’ve shifted to a new point of view here. Are you writing in third person limited? I wrote, and then wondered what in the heck I meant. What was wrong with shifting point of view, anyway? My reader’s ear said it was wrong, but if she was writing in that narrative …
I’ve been reading Tarot cards for a long time. We’ll leave it at that–a long time. I’ve wanted to create my own deck for a few years (doesn’t everyone want to), but I never found the right way until I realized that I could write poetry honoring each of the …
Doubt is a strainer through which we pour experience. What’s believable, credible, runs through the mesh; what’s not, stays in the basket to be examined and either discarded as ‘true’ or kept in our experience as an exception. Of course, sometimes an incredible experience, instead of being kept as an exception, makes …
What was it like to be a sexy girl in the olden days, Auntie Dreamer? Let me tell you, Sweet Pea, it weren’t no bed of roses! A young woman contacted me through LinkedIn, and when I followed her internet trail to answer the question, ‘Why did she contact ME?’ I discovered that …
I gave myself my first major haircut after a bad breakup in college. My hair was two feet long, bright-young-thing blonde and shiny like cooking taffy. After that breakup (that man, that boy, that pain), I wanted to demonstrate that I was a a new person, a woman who had survived. As …
